Poem by Andrew Skirpan

I Don’t Know

I don’t know how to help, I’m only a bit over 10 right now, 
But oohhh, the poor and the neglected of the world. 
Look at these eyes staring wide into the sky, with no tears left to cry. 
All of the food going in the can and down the drain, these people suffer in true pain. 
Some people have futures as bright as the sun, these people have zero, slash, none. 
Practically nothing to their name, so if you don’t try to help, who would we have to blame?
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So many medical problems, statisticians can’t keep a true tally,
Better nutrition and education would not seem so shabby. 
The people in poverty have no convenience, life so hard and real,
These people are so weak, they even can’t properly heal. 
It would make their world if you do your best to stop their suffering,
They might even live a better life for themselves, and others, with deeper meaning.

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My name is Andrew Skirpan. I am 10 years old and in the 5th grade. My hobbies are baseball, piano, math, chess, and coding. I am a high academic student and in a lot of organizations and clubs both in and out of school.